My Slutty Stacey
Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2020 7:45 am
Like a lot of people, I’ve been a long-time lurker but finally thought I’d share my own experience. My story isn’t exactly unique. I doubt there’s anything new that’s been tried in the world of cuckoldem for a long time. But I’ve really appreciated the stories I’ve read on here, especially the ones where the author really expresses the emotional turmoil they’re feeling.
I decided to post this in the library because a lot of the story is in the past, and frankly, some of it is seems unbelievable, even for fiction. So it’s better if people just read it as fiction.
My name’s Deacon and this is my story.
I’m 36, six-foot, and 190 lbs. I never went to college but have done all right for myself by flipping homes and eventually buying a few rental properties. I’ve never considered myself a lady’s man, but I’ve always managed to at least hold my own. And I’m pretty average in the cock and balls department.
My wife’s name is Stacey. She’s 26, Five Foot Two, and maybe a hundred pounds if she was soaking wet with change in her pocket. She’s got a thick mane of long, dirty blond hair (one of my favorite features) very full lips, and small (ish) breasts.
A little about us - I met Stacey at a bar one night when I was out with friends. We ended up in bed together that night, but what was supposed to be a one night stand turned into a full weekend of sex. It was amazing!!! But as nature often finds a way, she ended up pregnant. Nine months later, however, I’d fallen in love and we were married. Our son was born a couple of weeks after the wedding, and we recently celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary.
I don’t have much family to speak of. I was raised by my dad, but he passed away when I was 18. I have a few aunts and uncles out there, but I really don’t know them very well.
My wife’s story is a little similar. She was raised by a single mother and has an older sister. I wanted to give this context because a lot of what’s happened in our married lives I think stems from the way we were raised and the experiences we had when we were younger. For example, Stacey’s mom was a serious mess when Stacy was growing up. I’ll grant you that there are a lot of rumors out there about her mom, so it’s hard to separate fact from fiction, but I know that woman got around. And she paid very little attention to her daughters.
My wife’s older sister is six years older and that woman is a menace to society. She’s actually in jail now, and will probably be there for a while - story for another day.
Stacey’s older sister would often through big parties at their house - their mom wasn’t around much. And at these parties, there were always drugs, alcohol, and sex. When my wife was 14, her sister talked her into sleeping with her boyfriend’s best friend. That started a pattern that carried through all the way through high school of having a party nearly every weekend, her sister would make some money from the drugs sold, and Stacey would get passed around for sex, often being with multiple partners.
The way my wife tells it, she was a willing participant. She wasn’t mistreated and she thought it was fun getting all that attention from young men.
My wife never ended up going to college either, but she’s very adept at learning whatever subject she wants. Together, we carved ourselves out a nice life. Then things got interesting...
We’d been married for two years and had our second child at this point when we noticed the neighbors were actually swingers. Eric and Jennifer, 48 and 42 respectively, seemed like the most normal people in the world. They’re both fairly attractive and in shape. They’re involved in the community events and have invited us over for a backyard barbecue on a few occasions. In fact, Jennifer runs a hair salon out her house and has done Stacey’s hair since we got married.
We probably wouldn’t have ever found out the truth but one night one of their parties spilled out into their backyard hot tub and it was pretty obvious that people were getting busy with multiple partners. Eric and Jennifer came over the next day and apologized profusely at the scandal they caused. We told them repeatedly that we weren’t worried about it and that all was fine. They were pretty open about it and we talked for a while about how they got into that lifestyle. By the time they left our house, we had an open invitation if we ever wanted to come over and see an event for ourselves.
For the next month after that, we would often joke with each other about going to the next one just to see it. We’d joke about becoming swingers ourselves and having to buy shag carpet and me growing out a mustache, you know, stupid jokes like that. I don’t know how it happened exactly, but I remember asking her a little more seriously if she wanted to go check it out and she replied, “why not.”
Our first swinger party was a little anticlimactic. About two dozen people were there, mingling, drinking, talking. It was obvious they all knew each other well, and everyone was incredibly open and cordial to us. It was fun and we felt no pressure to join in. It was interesting to watch as couples would pair off, some husbands and wives changing partners and finding a free bedroom upstairs, others more open about it carrying on in the living and family rooms. Luckily there were always enough clothed people around that we never felt like the odd ones out, but it still felt a bit strange to be the only ones not fully participating. We were certainly approached, and we could have easily joined in if we'd wanted, but we stuck to our plan and just observed and enjoyed the evening together. At first, I was worried that we’d find a bunch of lecherous, old Ron Jeremy types, but everyone we met was great.
"So what'd you think?" I asked Stacey once we were home and getting ready for bed.
Stacey sat on the tiled edge of the bathtub and rubbing lotion onto her feet, "It felt like some of the parties my sister and her friends threw when I was back in high school. But overall it was fun."
"Would you want to go again?" I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
Stacey looked up at me and shrugged, "I don't know to be honest," she began, pausing as if to gather her thoughts. "It was fun, and everyone was nice, but..."
"What is it?" I prodded when she looked hesitant.
Her lips pursed for a moment and she looked slightly uncomfortable for a long minute. With a heavy sigh she said, "I just don't want to see you with another woman. I couldn't handle that," she shifted her weight and pulled up her other foot to her knee. "We have a good marriage, Deacon. I actually have a functional family for once in my life. I don't want to lose that because we're looking for an easy thrill."
"I'm with you there, babe," I said, nodding in agreement.
"But you want to go again, don't you?" she asked, shooting me wry smirk.
I laughed uncomfortably but shook my head, "No, not if it's going to threaten our marriage. You and the kids always come first."
"Good," she said bluntly, but then after a moment added, "but you're still thinking about it aren't you?"
I exhaled loudly as I leaned against the bathroom counter, "Yeah, I suppose," I confessed. "I can't help it. I've always had a part of me that thinks about what you were like before we met."
Stacey snorted a loud laugh, "I was a fucking slut! Trust me, you don't want to know that girl."
Putting my hands in my short pockets I waited until she looked up at me, "She's part of the girl I fell in love with."
A genuine smile broke out over my wife's lips, but she gave me her faux angry look, "I hate it when you say stuff like that."
"It's true. I'll love you no matter what. That's why I want to give you more." I explained.
"Give me more," she asked, a confused look on her face. "I have everything I need."
I couldn't meet her gaze as she looked at me, "It's hard to explain. Maybe you're right, maybe it's better we drop it."
"I know that look Deacon," Stacey said, lightly kicking my shin, "what aren't you telling me? Spill it mister."
I felt my heart skip a beat and a warm wave crawl up my neck. I knew I was blushing, which wasn't something I did often. "I don't have any desire to sleep with anyone but you," I started hesitantly, "It's just that sometimes I think I'm not getting it done for you - you know - sexually," I said, grabbing my average sized package over my shorts. "I've been reading about a lot about hotwifing and cuckolding stories online, and I can't help it. The thought of you getting the fuck of your life really turns me on."
Stacey's eyes rolled at me but the half smile on her face at least let me know she wasn't angry. "Deacon, those are just stories. They're exaggerated at best, and total lies at worst."
I nodded, "I'm sure that’s true about some - maybe most. But answer me something completely honestly." I waited until she nodded before I asked, "Think of all the sexual experiences you had before we were married. Was there at least one, two, a dozen experiences that were better than than your experiences with me?"
"That's stupid!" she protested. "I wasn't in love with any of those guys. It was all just physical. We have an emotional connection that makes sex way better."
That made me smile, but I felt I needed to make my point. "I'm glad you think so. But on a strictly physical level - just complete hedonistic sex. Did you ever have better?"
I watched as her eyes darted away and then back to mine, "No."
"Liar," I teased. "I can always tell when you're lying."
She huffed and looked away, "That's really not fair," she complained, but without venom to her words.
"But it was just sex, babe. It didn't mean anything."
"I know. That's why it doesn't bother me. In fact, that's what I want you to experience again. Only better." I said.
Stacey looked lost in thought for a long moment. Then said, "I've worked really hard to keep Slutty Stacey locked up. Letting her out again might... well, I don't know what would happen..."
"I don't want to push you into anything," I told my wife. "I guess I'm just saying that I'm open to go to the next party Eric and Jennifer throw and dip our toe in the water."
Stacey promised to think about it, and after a few days she said she'd agree to it as long as it was on a one time basis and I wasn't allowed to be with anyone else. I should probably confess that I'd spoken to Jennifer and told her I could use some help convincing my wife. So I knew Jennifer had brought it up with Stacey at least once.
I don’t want to bore you with all the small details, so I’ll jump ahead to the next party that we went to. I was pretty excited with the thought that something might actually happen. At the party, it was Eric and Jennifer that actually approached us and asked if we’d like to join them in their room. Let me set the scene a little. Eric is a pretty fit guy and my wife’s always found him attractive. He’s a blue collar type guy, you know, calloused hands and in good shape from actual work. Jennifer is gorgeous. She’s always got the perfect hair and makeup, and I was hoping to at least see her tits before the night was over because I was sure they were spectacular.
Once we were in their room, we talked or quite a while, drank, and played a card game. Jennifer was the first to advance the agenda for the evening. She removed her top, leaving her bra on, and exposing a deep canyon of cleavage. She and Eric started kissing and soon Jennifer’s skirt made it to the floor. Jennifer looked at both of us as Eric removed his shirt, and as I looked at my wife, I could see her looking between Jennifer and myself. I knew what she was thinking.
I stood and said I’d be more comfortable watching from the recliner next to the bed, but that Stacey would like to join in. I saw a range of emotions go through my wife as I took my seat. Her skin was flushed and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Jennifer finally let her beautiful tits free and leaned over and kissed my wife. As if my dick wasn’t already hard, that act sent every spare ounce of blood to my groin and I felt light headed.
Jennifer and my wife kissed and touched and slowly began to explore each other. Over the next 20 minutes I watched as the person I knew was my wife disappeared and was replaced by a woman I felt like I'd never met before. I was quickly forgotten as the three of them began to touch each other more intimately.
I watched as Jennifer laid in the center of the bed and guided my wife’s head to her cunt. It surprised me a little that Stacey didn’t seem to hesitate, she started by placing small kisses around the older woman's opening and then gently tonguing her more deeply. Eric then moved into position behind my wife and teased her cunt with his own tongue. I felt a flash of jealously as another man touched my wife so intimately. But the flood of emotion that filled me fueled my desire to see more. After a time, Eric stood on his knees and aligned the tip of his cock with Stacey's entrance. It was then that I got a good look at Eric's size. He was bigger than I am, both in length and girth, so I was extremely curious how my wife was going to react to it. I sat on the edge of the chair in complete suspense as the head of Eric's cock entered my wife's vagina. I had the brief thought that, with only the tip of Eric's cock in her, my wife hadn't actually cheated yet. But little by little I saw his cock descend deeper into her depths. Each time he pulled out, I could see my wife's glistening moisture coating his cock. Eric began to fuck my wife in slow, even strokes, and I felt an emotion hit me that I wasn't prepared for. It was like I was hit with a lightening bolt, and then like a thousand hands wrapped themselves around me and pulled me into a deep but blissful abyss.
The man fucking my wife quickened his pace, he was obviously very practiced in pleasing the opposite sex. Each of his strokes pulsed her forward, deeper into Jennifer's pussy. I've never seen anything more erotic in my life. Jennifer's tits were on full display, and they were every bit as amazing as I'd hoped they would be. I enjoyed watching my wife's tongue at work between Jennifer's legs, but what kept most of my attention was Eric fucking my wife from behind and the moans and other noises that escaped Stacey's lips.
"I'm going to cum," Eric finally announced, breaking me from my hazy reverie as he pulled his cock out.
Jennifer moved my wife gently to the side and began to move towards her husband, but Eric's timing was off and he shot multiple loads over both of the women.
The three of them carried on for over another hour before they finally paused for a rest. Each of them had cum at least twice and I was nearly bursting at the seems. Jennifer noticed and took pity on me, and asked my wife if it would be okay if she gave me some relief. Stacey politely replied that that was her job and came over and knelt between my legs. The look in my wife's face was something I'd never seen before. Streaks of cum coated her face and chest, and as soon as her lips touched my cock I shot my load into her mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.
After Stacey and I returned home that night and sent the babysitter home, we fucked like we did the first night we met. It was intense, and passionate, and something I didn't want to end. But eventually the night had to end and we slept in a curled up ball together.
Waking up to kids wanting breakfast made it impossible to enjoy each other in bed the following morning. Unfortunately kids don't care how late mom and dad stay up at night. We tried to talk about the night before a few times during the day, but never were able to find a minute of peace, so it wasn't until late that evening that we were finally able to have some alone time to talk.
"So..." I said, as I closed the door to our bedroom.
"So... what," my wife said, mimicking my voice the best she could.
"So tell me what you're thinking," I said, trying to get a read on her body language.
Stacey met my gaze but didn't reveal much, "It was fun," she finally said. "What'd you think?"
"I think that wasn't the first time you've been with a woman before," I said, unable to keep the smile from my face.
My wife flushed and she looked away, "You knew it wasn't," she deflected. Her answer was partly true. She'd eluded to having been with a woman before, but I've never gotten any details.
"You've never looked more beautiful to me," I said, sitting on the bed in front of her. "You were amazing."
Stacey slowly turned to me and I could see what looked like a weight taken from her shoulders, her features relaxed and she sighed a breath of relief. "I don't know how to respond to that," she said as a long moment of silence hung between us. "I'm guessing you want to do it again?" she asked, finally meeting my gaze.
I shrugged, "Part of me does, sure. But I don't want to pressure you, so I guess only if you're comfortable with it."
"That's not fair to put the whole decision on me," she complained.
I shook my head, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I meant let's take some time. I'm open to it, I'll start with that," I paused in thought and then half jokingly added, "And if the next time you're over there Eric and Jennifer want to fuck your brains out, go ahead. You've got a free pass with them."
Stacey laughed and shook her head, "Whatever, like that's going to happen," she said, but then she saw something in my look, "You're kind of serious aren't you? You'd be okay with me hooking up with our neighbors, when you're not around?"
"Sure," I said, "Especially Jennifer. You two are the things dreams are made of - as long as you give me the details later."
"But you don't want to have sex with her," she said, her tone dripping in disbelief.
"Of course I do," I admitted. "But I couldn't do it even if I wanted to. It would feel like I'm cheating on you."
"Well how do you think I fucking feel right now," she said, and edge creeping into her voice. "I've been carrying this guilty feeling around all day."
"Please don't feel that way," I said. "I'm thrilled you did it. I really couldn't be happier. Watching you was priceless. I loved it."
"This is going to take some getting used to," Stacey said in response. "I need time to think about it."
We talked for a long time that night, and I made sure not to push her even a little. I wanted this to be her decision, but that didn't mean I couldn't tip the scale in my favor a little. The following day I managed to catch Jennifer while she was weeding the side yard between our homes.
She gave me a wave and a smile, "I hope you two are okay," she said as I neared. "I haven't been able to talk to Stacey since the other night and I'm a little worried for you two. It's a lot--
"--Everything's good," I said, cutting her off. "We had a good time - no worries there."
"Oh good," she sighed, "that's a relief."
"Actually, I was hoping to talk to you for a minute about Stacey," I said, taking a knee next to her.
"Of course," she said, setting down the small hand shovel. "Is everything really alright?"
I nodded, "It is, please trust me. We're good." I said in assurance. "I was just hoping you might be willing to help me pursued my wife into having more experiences like that."
"She didn't seem very hard to pursued. Actually, I was wondering if she'd done something like that before," Jennifer said.
"I'm not able to talk about it, but I can say that my wife had a very active past before we got married. She's got a side to her that I don't know that well, but I think would benefit us both if she could reconcile that part of her with who she is now," I explained.
"That's interesting..." she said, not sure how to interpret exactly what I meant.
"I can't say much more than that without getting into trouble with Stacey, but please know that she has my complete approval if something say, were to accidentally happen while she's over at your house."
Jennifer laughed and tossed a clod of dirt towards me, "Are you trying to get me to seduce your wife?"
I shrugged, "Yes, take her. She's yours. Well, let me borrow your edger in trade. My lawn's going to overtake the sidewalks if I don't get to that soon."
With the seeds of my plan planted, I returned home and tried very hard not to think about the possible outcomes of my machinations. I'd done all I dared, now it was time to let nature take its course.
For the next three weeks life was exactly... normal. Nothing had happened. My wife never initiated any further conversations about our adventurous night, and Eric and Jennifer were acting like they always did, like perfectly normal neighbors. I was beginning to think that maybe that night was a once-in-a-lifetime event, just a flash in the pan. But then one evening I came home to find my wife acting very... different.
Usually when I come home from work I get a kiss and a hug from Stacey, and then I spend a few minutes with the kids until dinner's ready. But this day when I came home Stacey seemed distracted and distant. At dinner I noticed that her hair had been done and so I gave her a compliment. She flushed and mumbled a thank you, and I noticed that she touched her hair, almost as if making sure it was still covering her neck. I waited until the kids were in bed and we were in the bedroom. Standing in front of her I waited until she looked up at me and then I reached out and pulled her hair out of the way, revealing a deep, dark mark. She had the obvious signs of a dark love bite on her skin.
"I was going to tell you about this?" she said defensively. I raised my brow in surprise, and I felt a touch of trepidation. "My appointment was today, you know, to get my hair done at Jennifer's... and well, things just kind of happened."
I felt my heart skip a beat, "A haircut with a happy ending?" I asked, hopefully.
Stacey stifled a laugh, "Kind of," she said trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't initiate it. I didn't mean for it to--,"
"--It's fine," I said, interrupting her before she could really get going. "It's more than fine. It's fucking awesome. But I want details. Are you two going to be lesbian lovers now?"
"You're incorrigible," my wife said, pulling her hair back over her neck to hide the marks. She looked towards the windows to make sure the blinds were down and, assured that it was safe, took off her shirt. On her breasts I saw three more hickies adorning her skin. "We got a little carried away."
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed moving it to take a closer look. "That's so hot." I pulled her towards me and pulled off her shorts as I carried her to the bed. Despite her trying to talk, I pulled off my shirt and pants and had my cock in her in less than ten seconds.
"Deacon! We have to--ahhh," she gasped as I took her and did my best to reminder how much I loved her.
I couldn't get enough of her. I was almost ready to cum and so I paused for a moment to let the feeling subside. I didn't want this to end yet. "And Eric?" I asked during our pause.
"He wasn't home," Stacey said in clipped words sounding out of breath. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "What would you have done if I'd had sex with Eric today?"
"Done?" I asked through gritted teeth, trying my best not to cum. "Nothing, I would have only wanted more details."
I felt my wife squeeze my cock with her lower pelvic muscles and I nearly lost it. "Stop, you're going to make me cum," I pleaded.
"Deacon," I heard her say softly. I opened my eyes and met her gaze, "It really turns you on that another man has had me?"
I concentrated on taking a deep breath before answering, "Yes," I said in almost a whispered hiss.
"Do you want me to do it again?"
I held my breath and clinched every muscle in my body trying to keep from cumming, "Yes," I confessed, but as I said the word I felt myself go over the edge as I came inside my wife.
To be continued...
I decided to post this in the library because a lot of the story is in the past, and frankly, some of it is seems unbelievable, even for fiction. So it’s better if people just read it as fiction.
My name’s Deacon and this is my story.
I’m 36, six-foot, and 190 lbs. I never went to college but have done all right for myself by flipping homes and eventually buying a few rental properties. I’ve never considered myself a lady’s man, but I’ve always managed to at least hold my own. And I’m pretty average in the cock and balls department.
My wife’s name is Stacey. She’s 26, Five Foot Two, and maybe a hundred pounds if she was soaking wet with change in her pocket. She’s got a thick mane of long, dirty blond hair (one of my favorite features) very full lips, and small (ish) breasts.
A little about us - I met Stacey at a bar one night when I was out with friends. We ended up in bed together that night, but what was supposed to be a one night stand turned into a full weekend of sex. It was amazing!!! But as nature often finds a way, she ended up pregnant. Nine months later, however, I’d fallen in love and we were married. Our son was born a couple of weeks after the wedding, and we recently celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary.
I don’t have much family to speak of. I was raised by my dad, but he passed away when I was 18. I have a few aunts and uncles out there, but I really don’t know them very well.
My wife’s story is a little similar. She was raised by a single mother and has an older sister. I wanted to give this context because a lot of what’s happened in our married lives I think stems from the way we were raised and the experiences we had when we were younger. For example, Stacey’s mom was a serious mess when Stacy was growing up. I’ll grant you that there are a lot of rumors out there about her mom, so it’s hard to separate fact from fiction, but I know that woman got around. And she paid very little attention to her daughters.
My wife’s older sister is six years older and that woman is a menace to society. She’s actually in jail now, and will probably be there for a while - story for another day.
Stacey’s older sister would often through big parties at their house - their mom wasn’t around much. And at these parties, there were always drugs, alcohol, and sex. When my wife was 14, her sister talked her into sleeping with her boyfriend’s best friend. That started a pattern that carried through all the way through high school of having a party nearly every weekend, her sister would make some money from the drugs sold, and Stacey would get passed around for sex, often being with multiple partners.
The way my wife tells it, she was a willing participant. She wasn’t mistreated and she thought it was fun getting all that attention from young men.
My wife never ended up going to college either, but she’s very adept at learning whatever subject she wants. Together, we carved ourselves out a nice life. Then things got interesting...
We’d been married for two years and had our second child at this point when we noticed the neighbors were actually swingers. Eric and Jennifer, 48 and 42 respectively, seemed like the most normal people in the world. They’re both fairly attractive and in shape. They’re involved in the community events and have invited us over for a backyard barbecue on a few occasions. In fact, Jennifer runs a hair salon out her house and has done Stacey’s hair since we got married.
We probably wouldn’t have ever found out the truth but one night one of their parties spilled out into their backyard hot tub and it was pretty obvious that people were getting busy with multiple partners. Eric and Jennifer came over the next day and apologized profusely at the scandal they caused. We told them repeatedly that we weren’t worried about it and that all was fine. They were pretty open about it and we talked for a while about how they got into that lifestyle. By the time they left our house, we had an open invitation if we ever wanted to come over and see an event for ourselves.
For the next month after that, we would often joke with each other about going to the next one just to see it. We’d joke about becoming swingers ourselves and having to buy shag carpet and me growing out a mustache, you know, stupid jokes like that. I don’t know how it happened exactly, but I remember asking her a little more seriously if she wanted to go check it out and she replied, “why not.”
Our first swinger party was a little anticlimactic. About two dozen people were there, mingling, drinking, talking. It was obvious they all knew each other well, and everyone was incredibly open and cordial to us. It was fun and we felt no pressure to join in. It was interesting to watch as couples would pair off, some husbands and wives changing partners and finding a free bedroom upstairs, others more open about it carrying on in the living and family rooms. Luckily there were always enough clothed people around that we never felt like the odd ones out, but it still felt a bit strange to be the only ones not fully participating. We were certainly approached, and we could have easily joined in if we'd wanted, but we stuck to our plan and just observed and enjoyed the evening together. At first, I was worried that we’d find a bunch of lecherous, old Ron Jeremy types, but everyone we met was great.
"So what'd you think?" I asked Stacey once we were home and getting ready for bed.
Stacey sat on the tiled edge of the bathtub and rubbing lotion onto her feet, "It felt like some of the parties my sister and her friends threw when I was back in high school. But overall it was fun."
"Would you want to go again?" I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
Stacey looked up at me and shrugged, "I don't know to be honest," she began, pausing as if to gather her thoughts. "It was fun, and everyone was nice, but..."
"What is it?" I prodded when she looked hesitant.
Her lips pursed for a moment and she looked slightly uncomfortable for a long minute. With a heavy sigh she said, "I just don't want to see you with another woman. I couldn't handle that," she shifted her weight and pulled up her other foot to her knee. "We have a good marriage, Deacon. I actually have a functional family for once in my life. I don't want to lose that because we're looking for an easy thrill."
"I'm with you there, babe," I said, nodding in agreement.
"But you want to go again, don't you?" she asked, shooting me wry smirk.
I laughed uncomfortably but shook my head, "No, not if it's going to threaten our marriage. You and the kids always come first."
"Good," she said bluntly, but then after a moment added, "but you're still thinking about it aren't you?"
I exhaled loudly as I leaned against the bathroom counter, "Yeah, I suppose," I confessed. "I can't help it. I've always had a part of me that thinks about what you were like before we met."
Stacey snorted a loud laugh, "I was a fucking slut! Trust me, you don't want to know that girl."
Putting my hands in my short pockets I waited until she looked up at me, "She's part of the girl I fell in love with."
A genuine smile broke out over my wife's lips, but she gave me her faux angry look, "I hate it when you say stuff like that."
"It's true. I'll love you no matter what. That's why I want to give you more." I explained.
"Give me more," she asked, a confused look on her face. "I have everything I need."
I couldn't meet her gaze as she looked at me, "It's hard to explain. Maybe you're right, maybe it's better we drop it."
"I know that look Deacon," Stacey said, lightly kicking my shin, "what aren't you telling me? Spill it mister."
I felt my heart skip a beat and a warm wave crawl up my neck. I knew I was blushing, which wasn't something I did often. "I don't have any desire to sleep with anyone but you," I started hesitantly, "It's just that sometimes I think I'm not getting it done for you - you know - sexually," I said, grabbing my average sized package over my shorts. "I've been reading about a lot about hotwifing and cuckolding stories online, and I can't help it. The thought of you getting the fuck of your life really turns me on."
Stacey's eyes rolled at me but the half smile on her face at least let me know she wasn't angry. "Deacon, those are just stories. They're exaggerated at best, and total lies at worst."
I nodded, "I'm sure that’s true about some - maybe most. But answer me something completely honestly." I waited until she nodded before I asked, "Think of all the sexual experiences you had before we were married. Was there at least one, two, a dozen experiences that were better than than your experiences with me?"
"That's stupid!" she protested. "I wasn't in love with any of those guys. It was all just physical. We have an emotional connection that makes sex way better."
That made me smile, but I felt I needed to make my point. "I'm glad you think so. But on a strictly physical level - just complete hedonistic sex. Did you ever have better?"
I watched as her eyes darted away and then back to mine, "No."
"Liar," I teased. "I can always tell when you're lying."
She huffed and looked away, "That's really not fair," she complained, but without venom to her words.
"But it was just sex, babe. It didn't mean anything."
"I know. That's why it doesn't bother me. In fact, that's what I want you to experience again. Only better." I said.
Stacey looked lost in thought for a long moment. Then said, "I've worked really hard to keep Slutty Stacey locked up. Letting her out again might... well, I don't know what would happen..."
"I don't want to push you into anything," I told my wife. "I guess I'm just saying that I'm open to go to the next party Eric and Jennifer throw and dip our toe in the water."
Stacey promised to think about it, and after a few days she said she'd agree to it as long as it was on a one time basis and I wasn't allowed to be with anyone else. I should probably confess that I'd spoken to Jennifer and told her I could use some help convincing my wife. So I knew Jennifer had brought it up with Stacey at least once.
I don’t want to bore you with all the small details, so I’ll jump ahead to the next party that we went to. I was pretty excited with the thought that something might actually happen. At the party, it was Eric and Jennifer that actually approached us and asked if we’d like to join them in their room. Let me set the scene a little. Eric is a pretty fit guy and my wife’s always found him attractive. He’s a blue collar type guy, you know, calloused hands and in good shape from actual work. Jennifer is gorgeous. She’s always got the perfect hair and makeup, and I was hoping to at least see her tits before the night was over because I was sure they were spectacular.
Once we were in their room, we talked or quite a while, drank, and played a card game. Jennifer was the first to advance the agenda for the evening. She removed her top, leaving her bra on, and exposing a deep canyon of cleavage. She and Eric started kissing and soon Jennifer’s skirt made it to the floor. Jennifer looked at both of us as Eric removed his shirt, and as I looked at my wife, I could see her looking between Jennifer and myself. I knew what she was thinking.
I stood and said I’d be more comfortable watching from the recliner next to the bed, but that Stacey would like to join in. I saw a range of emotions go through my wife as I took my seat. Her skin was flushed and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Jennifer finally let her beautiful tits free and leaned over and kissed my wife. As if my dick wasn’t already hard, that act sent every spare ounce of blood to my groin and I felt light headed.
Jennifer and my wife kissed and touched and slowly began to explore each other. Over the next 20 minutes I watched as the person I knew was my wife disappeared and was replaced by a woman I felt like I'd never met before. I was quickly forgotten as the three of them began to touch each other more intimately.
I watched as Jennifer laid in the center of the bed and guided my wife’s head to her cunt. It surprised me a little that Stacey didn’t seem to hesitate, she started by placing small kisses around the older woman's opening and then gently tonguing her more deeply. Eric then moved into position behind my wife and teased her cunt with his own tongue. I felt a flash of jealously as another man touched my wife so intimately. But the flood of emotion that filled me fueled my desire to see more. After a time, Eric stood on his knees and aligned the tip of his cock with Stacey's entrance. It was then that I got a good look at Eric's size. He was bigger than I am, both in length and girth, so I was extremely curious how my wife was going to react to it. I sat on the edge of the chair in complete suspense as the head of Eric's cock entered my wife's vagina. I had the brief thought that, with only the tip of Eric's cock in her, my wife hadn't actually cheated yet. But little by little I saw his cock descend deeper into her depths. Each time he pulled out, I could see my wife's glistening moisture coating his cock. Eric began to fuck my wife in slow, even strokes, and I felt an emotion hit me that I wasn't prepared for. It was like I was hit with a lightening bolt, and then like a thousand hands wrapped themselves around me and pulled me into a deep but blissful abyss.
The man fucking my wife quickened his pace, he was obviously very practiced in pleasing the opposite sex. Each of his strokes pulsed her forward, deeper into Jennifer's pussy. I've never seen anything more erotic in my life. Jennifer's tits were on full display, and they were every bit as amazing as I'd hoped they would be. I enjoyed watching my wife's tongue at work between Jennifer's legs, but what kept most of my attention was Eric fucking my wife from behind and the moans and other noises that escaped Stacey's lips.
"I'm going to cum," Eric finally announced, breaking me from my hazy reverie as he pulled his cock out.
Jennifer moved my wife gently to the side and began to move towards her husband, but Eric's timing was off and he shot multiple loads over both of the women.
The three of them carried on for over another hour before they finally paused for a rest. Each of them had cum at least twice and I was nearly bursting at the seems. Jennifer noticed and took pity on me, and asked my wife if it would be okay if she gave me some relief. Stacey politely replied that that was her job and came over and knelt between my legs. The look in my wife's face was something I'd never seen before. Streaks of cum coated her face and chest, and as soon as her lips touched my cock I shot my load into her mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.
After Stacey and I returned home that night and sent the babysitter home, we fucked like we did the first night we met. It was intense, and passionate, and something I didn't want to end. But eventually the night had to end and we slept in a curled up ball together.
Waking up to kids wanting breakfast made it impossible to enjoy each other in bed the following morning. Unfortunately kids don't care how late mom and dad stay up at night. We tried to talk about the night before a few times during the day, but never were able to find a minute of peace, so it wasn't until late that evening that we were finally able to have some alone time to talk.
"So..." I said, as I closed the door to our bedroom.
"So... what," my wife said, mimicking my voice the best she could.
"So tell me what you're thinking," I said, trying to get a read on her body language.
Stacey met my gaze but didn't reveal much, "It was fun," she finally said. "What'd you think?"
"I think that wasn't the first time you've been with a woman before," I said, unable to keep the smile from my face.
My wife flushed and she looked away, "You knew it wasn't," she deflected. Her answer was partly true. She'd eluded to having been with a woman before, but I've never gotten any details.
"You've never looked more beautiful to me," I said, sitting on the bed in front of her. "You were amazing."
Stacey slowly turned to me and I could see what looked like a weight taken from her shoulders, her features relaxed and she sighed a breath of relief. "I don't know how to respond to that," she said as a long moment of silence hung between us. "I'm guessing you want to do it again?" she asked, finally meeting my gaze.
I shrugged, "Part of me does, sure. But I don't want to pressure you, so I guess only if you're comfortable with it."
"That's not fair to put the whole decision on me," she complained.
I shook my head, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I meant let's take some time. I'm open to it, I'll start with that," I paused in thought and then half jokingly added, "And if the next time you're over there Eric and Jennifer want to fuck your brains out, go ahead. You've got a free pass with them."
Stacey laughed and shook her head, "Whatever, like that's going to happen," she said, but then she saw something in my look, "You're kind of serious aren't you? You'd be okay with me hooking up with our neighbors, when you're not around?"
"Sure," I said, "Especially Jennifer. You two are the things dreams are made of - as long as you give me the details later."
"But you don't want to have sex with her," she said, her tone dripping in disbelief.
"Of course I do," I admitted. "But I couldn't do it even if I wanted to. It would feel like I'm cheating on you."
"Well how do you think I fucking feel right now," she said, and edge creeping into her voice. "I've been carrying this guilty feeling around all day."
"Please don't feel that way," I said. "I'm thrilled you did it. I really couldn't be happier. Watching you was priceless. I loved it."
"This is going to take some getting used to," Stacey said in response. "I need time to think about it."
We talked for a long time that night, and I made sure not to push her even a little. I wanted this to be her decision, but that didn't mean I couldn't tip the scale in my favor a little. The following day I managed to catch Jennifer while she was weeding the side yard between our homes.
She gave me a wave and a smile, "I hope you two are okay," she said as I neared. "I haven't been able to talk to Stacey since the other night and I'm a little worried for you two. It's a lot--
"--Everything's good," I said, cutting her off. "We had a good time - no worries there."
"Oh good," she sighed, "that's a relief."
"Actually, I was hoping to talk to you for a minute about Stacey," I said, taking a knee next to her.
"Of course," she said, setting down the small hand shovel. "Is everything really alright?"
I nodded, "It is, please trust me. We're good." I said in assurance. "I was just hoping you might be willing to help me pursued my wife into having more experiences like that."
"She didn't seem very hard to pursued. Actually, I was wondering if she'd done something like that before," Jennifer said.
"I'm not able to talk about it, but I can say that my wife had a very active past before we got married. She's got a side to her that I don't know that well, but I think would benefit us both if she could reconcile that part of her with who she is now," I explained.
"That's interesting..." she said, not sure how to interpret exactly what I meant.
"I can't say much more than that without getting into trouble with Stacey, but please know that she has my complete approval if something say, were to accidentally happen while she's over at your house."
Jennifer laughed and tossed a clod of dirt towards me, "Are you trying to get me to seduce your wife?"
I shrugged, "Yes, take her. She's yours. Well, let me borrow your edger in trade. My lawn's going to overtake the sidewalks if I don't get to that soon."
With the seeds of my plan planted, I returned home and tried very hard not to think about the possible outcomes of my machinations. I'd done all I dared, now it was time to let nature take its course.
For the next three weeks life was exactly... normal. Nothing had happened. My wife never initiated any further conversations about our adventurous night, and Eric and Jennifer were acting like they always did, like perfectly normal neighbors. I was beginning to think that maybe that night was a once-in-a-lifetime event, just a flash in the pan. But then one evening I came home to find my wife acting very... different.
Usually when I come home from work I get a kiss and a hug from Stacey, and then I spend a few minutes with the kids until dinner's ready. But this day when I came home Stacey seemed distracted and distant. At dinner I noticed that her hair had been done and so I gave her a compliment. She flushed and mumbled a thank you, and I noticed that she touched her hair, almost as if making sure it was still covering her neck. I waited until the kids were in bed and we were in the bedroom. Standing in front of her I waited until she looked up at me and then I reached out and pulled her hair out of the way, revealing a deep, dark mark. She had the obvious signs of a dark love bite on her skin.
"I was going to tell you about this?" she said defensively. I raised my brow in surprise, and I felt a touch of trepidation. "My appointment was today, you know, to get my hair done at Jennifer's... and well, things just kind of happened."
I felt my heart skip a beat, "A haircut with a happy ending?" I asked, hopefully.
Stacey stifled a laugh, "Kind of," she said trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't initiate it. I didn't mean for it to--,"
"--It's fine," I said, interrupting her before she could really get going. "It's more than fine. It's fucking awesome. But I want details. Are you two going to be lesbian lovers now?"
"You're incorrigible," my wife said, pulling her hair back over her neck to hide the marks. She looked towards the windows to make sure the blinds were down and, assured that it was safe, took off her shirt. On her breasts I saw three more hickies adorning her skin. "We got a little carried away."
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed moving it to take a closer look. "That's so hot." I pulled her towards me and pulled off her shorts as I carried her to the bed. Despite her trying to talk, I pulled off my shirt and pants and had my cock in her in less than ten seconds.
"Deacon! We have to--ahhh," she gasped as I took her and did my best to reminder how much I loved her.
I couldn't get enough of her. I was almost ready to cum and so I paused for a moment to let the feeling subside. I didn't want this to end yet. "And Eric?" I asked during our pause.
"He wasn't home," Stacey said in clipped words sounding out of breath. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "What would you have done if I'd had sex with Eric today?"
"Done?" I asked through gritted teeth, trying my best not to cum. "Nothing, I would have only wanted more details."
I felt my wife squeeze my cock with her lower pelvic muscles and I nearly lost it. "Stop, you're going to make me cum," I pleaded.
"Deacon," I heard her say softly. I opened my eyes and met her gaze, "It really turns you on that another man has had me?"
I concentrated on taking a deep breath before answering, "Yes," I said in almost a whispered hiss.
"Do you want me to do it again?"
I held my breath and clinched every muscle in my body trying to keep from cumming, "Yes," I confessed, but as I said the word I felt myself go over the edge as I came inside my wife.
To be continued...